Brian's eyes were still fixed on the document. “Cancel? This evenings contract is worth six figures, and I hardly think Alessa is worth more than that.”
Garwood remained silent.
Soon night fell. Outside the villa, Los Angeles shimmered like a crescent of stars.
Judy had prepared a meal for Alessa but she’d refused. So, instead, Jude had piled up the floor around her feet and on the table, “just in case”. And she was hungry, starving, in fact, but she wouldn’t eat a bite of it. She wouldn't give Brian anything, would touch nothing he owned.
As the hours drew on, Judy became more concerned. "Please miss Schultz, Mr. Sterling often stays overnight at the company working. He even has an apartment nearby it happens so often. It may be better if you go home tonight, get some sleep, and come
